Posted by: writingwitch2013 | February 1, 2015

The Rules of the game. A flash fiction prompt on Visdare

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The rules of the game

She pleaded with God, Virgin Mary, and all the angels.
Then she said the word I have longed to hear for over twenty years.
‘Son.’
It was against all the rules of the Gods, of chance, and of the game. I knew it was wrong.
That one word changed everything.
For eighty minutes I wrestled with my conscience, with everything I knew to be good and true.
It was a cup game. It was my fathers birthday, also my brothers debut appearance.
‘It would make your father so happy, son.’ She was desperate.
They tore off my wings. Banished me from the heavens, threw me to earth to survive.
As I fell, I heard a roar from the crowd, my brother had set up the goal that beat their long time rivals.
I landed on the streets, amongst the whinos and warehouses.
‘God, Where is this hell?’
‘Manchester.’

148 words

(with apologies to Manchester )

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Responses

  1. Ha.. hell is a place on earth for sure I will not travel to Manchester.. (BTW your link at Visdare is wrong)..

    • Thanks.. I had a few problems getting the link there. It’s my first go so hopefully I will find a way to link properly. It linked ok to my fb page but drew a blank on Angela’s page. Loved your take on the prompt

      • There is a little trash-can beside the link. If you click it you can remove it easily… I saw that your other link worked well.

  2. Thanks. I will do that… And thanks for letting me know,

  3. Excellent -as ever. Poor Manchester


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